Lucan rode through the quiet countryside, the distant sound of birdsong mingling with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The path to his mother's estate was familiar.
The estate finally came into view, nestled among the rolling hills and towering trees. It was a modest but elegant property, surrounded by a well-maintained garden. He slowed his horse as he approached the entrance, his mind flooded with memories of his childhood, the times spent here learning and growing.
Lucan dismounted, handing the reins to a waiting stable boy. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before walking towards the house. The door opened before he could reach it, and there she was, standing with the same composed elegance that he remembered so well.
